Cal woke up to an annoying sound coming from his nightstand and groaned. It was way too early to wake up. Suddenly he felt an arm reaching over him and turning off the alarm clock, he caught the woman it belonged to by the wrist and brought it to his lips. He kissed her knuckles gently and he could hear her smile against his neck.
"It's about time we unplug this bloody thing, love" he murmured and pulled her closer.
"No Cal, we still have work to do and it's keeping us on schedule. I don't know how long we can work like this though…"
"Gill" he interrupted. She pulled herself up and supported her weight on her elbow so she could look at him.
"Cal I'm serious, ever since Ben decided to make The Lightman group a source for the FBI again we've been doing so well but we can't take on new cases from home…"
"Gill" he did it again. He knew she hated when someone interrupted her while she's talking and he could tell she was annoyed by the look she gave him, but he didn't want her to worry.
So, he rubbed her cheek softly and said "we'll be fine darling, as you said we've been doing well, we could..."
"I just don't want it to come down to us having to fire our staff and I can't imagine endangering their health by keeping the company running during this" it was her turn to interrupt.
"Anna just had a baby" he could see the sparkle in her eyes at the mention of a baby and slight remorse.
Losing Sophie is something she will never be able to fully recover from and he knew that. She became content with not having children of her own over the years. Especially after they got together and she moved in with him almost 8 years ago. In reality, the wish of adopting a baby died in her after she lost her daughter. She grieved after her and the realization that she just wasn't meant to be a mother at the same time. She has thought about it, mostly because of how scared she felt about being lonely for the rest of her life, knowing her luck with men. After her and Cal got together a big part of those worries disappeared. She knows better than to believe that what they have is permanent while living in an age when almost nothing is. But she'd like to think that it is. Nevertheless she knows that Cal will always be in her life, even if his current role ever happens to change.
"We've been through this, love. That's why we decided to temporarily move the office back to my kitchen with just the two of us" he smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at her.
She just smiled and shook her head at him. Staying home was actually his idea which came as a surprise to her. He's normally a workaholic. But so is she. And he would never suggest cutting back on what they do, which is seeking the truth. At least so she thought. He's gone softer with years though, less intimidating to the employees. Maybe it's due to the fact that he finally trusts them. One trait that he appreciates the most in people is loyalty and them staying by him even when The group was facing financial issues proved to him that they're loyal.
"I just wish this would pass, I can't wait to go back to normal" she said and lowered her head.
"I know, love" he pulled her close to him and nuzzled his nose into her hair. She sighed against him.
"We have to get up babe."
"We've got tones of paperwork." He groaned and was just about to speak.
"Yes both of us, I can't do all of it by myself" she said and sighed.
"How about you do the paperwork, love and I take on the job of your personal masseur?" he started rubbing her back. She rolled her eyes at him but couldn't help to contain an amused smile that formed on her lips.
"How about we split the paperwork and then you give me a massage?" she asked lazily.
"That's hardly fair, love. Who is going to give me one, huh darling?" his hand found its way under her pyjama shirt and was now making small circles down the length of her spine.
That reminded him that he still owns her a new pair of pyjamas after he ripped one of her favourite ones last month. Everyone knows that Gillian always looks put together, he never saw her come to the office looking like a mess, as he often did. No matter what she was going through, by the way she looked, you could never tell there was anything wrong in her life. It was another way of showing how strong she really is and he loved that about her. The same went for her nightwear. She somehow managed to look sexy, elegant and comfortable at the same time. Anyway since it gets pretty cold in DC during winter she mostly ends up wearing button down shirts to bed and let's just say Cal isn't very patient with the buttons.
"Maybe we'll find someone who's willing to sacrifice" she teased and he laughed.
Suddenly she jumped up and hit his arm "get up" she smirked "I'm taking a shower" she declared as she started making her way towards their bathroom.
"Funny you say that, so am I" he jumped up and ran after her.
Gillian was sitting on one of the bar stools that was surrounding the kitchen isle and sipping her second cup of coffee while doing some work on her laptop. In the meantime, Cal was throwing together some veggies to make lunch for the two of them while speaking on the phone.
"Just stay inside" she heard him say to Em while pointing his finger as if she could see him lecturing her over the phone.
"And if you get tired of your mother you can always come stay with Gill and I" he looked at her as if he was waiting for her permission but she just smiled at him.
She loved Emily since the day she met her and he knew that.
She could hear them talking about Rudi and laughing. Poor Rudi with an I never got a break, they would still joke about him, even though him and Zoe broke up almost two years ago.
"Well I hope he doesn't think he's anything special, I've got my own Gilli with an I right here" Gillian laughed at that.
"Aye Aye" Emily said on the other line. "Send my love to her."
Gillian walked towards Cal and said "Hi Em, I miss you" to the phone.
They said their goodbyes to her and smiled at each other.
"I can't believe she would just abandon that lad of hers to stay with her mum."
"Well you know how things are in California and she's as a journalist, she's used to working pretty much anywhere."
"Nah, I think she's worried about Zoe."
"What makes you say that?"
"I think she's worried about her mum being all alone, you know" he gestured with his hands.
"That's why she didn't come stay with us."
"Yeah. Because I've got you here with me, darling. She doesn't have to worry about her old dad."
He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her lips softly.
"I'm hungry Cal"
"Oh, of course you are" he let go of her and threw his hands in the air. She laughed and pushed him playfully.
Later he was sitting on the couch watching the news. They have this unspoken agreement about one of them cooking and the other one cleaning up. And Cal is actually a pretty good cook. She isn't half bad herself, but she's much better at baking and making desserts. So most of the time he would cook for them.
She came to join him in the living room and sat down in his lap.
"What, not enough space for you, darling huh?" he opened his legs so she could sit between them, pressing her back against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist to steady her and she encircled them.
"There is, just this is my favourite spot" she said and leaned her head against him. He kissed her hair a couple of times.
"Oh no, I forgot to bring the brownies!" she suddenly sat up straight and startled him.
"Jeez Gill, you nearly gave me a bloody heart attack" he leaned back on the couch in his usual Cal manner.
"Oh please…" she said as she made her way back to the kitchen.
"Come back here, you chocolatey monster" he chuckled.
She repositioned herself in his lap witha big platter of leftover brownies she made last night. She ripped a piece off and put it against his lips. He opened his mouth to eat it and licked her fingers. She smiled at that while rolling her eyes. She was sitting contently cuddled up to him, eating her brownies and watching TV but he was growing impatient. She could feel him becoming restless behind her.
"Can't you just sit still for 5 minutes, Cal?"
"You know what I had in mind when I thought about moving our work space back to my kitchen?"
"Please enlighten me, Lightman."
He chuckled against her head. He thought about the time when he would call her Foster at all times. Once they got intimately involved calling his lover by her ex-husband's last name just seemed a little odd. He still does it sometimes when he's teasing her or when they're at work surrounded by other people. When he's talking about her to their staff he often uses the phrase Dr. Foster and he's sure he's heard her talk about him as Dr. Lightman too. It's to ensure that everyone knows that just because they're personally involved, they still demand to keep the environment in their office professional. Ever since Loker and Torres got together, after being off and on for years, the four of them grew a lot closer together. To lots of people it seems like The Lightman group is now managed by two powerful couples. Even though their dynamics haven't drastically changed.
"I thought we would be doing interrogations, you know how much I love doing those with you darling, over the webcam. And if you got all hot and bothered we could just slam the laptop close and shag on the table" he hurried up with the last part and took a look at her. She almost choked on her brownie.
"If I got all hot and bothered?" she looked back at him .
"Well…" he made a hand gesture in the air "I know you're having a hard time containing yourself around me at work, darling, you don't have to pretend in front of me, love."
"Excuse me?" she raised her eyebrows. She had an amused smile playing on her lips.
"Look, I get it right" he smirked "so I thought this would be the perfect time for us to make all your office fantasies come true, love" he wiggled his eyebrows.
She laughed "Well, thank you for trying to make my dreams come true" she said but her voice went up as if she was asking a question which made him nod at her.
"Shh love, you don't have to thank me" he put his finger against her lips. She gave him an amused look and he couldn't help himself but to kiss her lips again. It was a sweet kiss, a gentle one, the kind that they shared a lot. He noticed her lips tasted like chocolate, but then again they often did.
"But instead I'm here doing bloody financial reports while Loker is out there getting some" he whined. She laughed at him.
"I can't believe you're jealous of Loker" she shook her head, teasing him.
"I'm not jealous of him, I'm jealous of his nature of work" he teased back and they laughed.
He walked upstairs to their bedroom holding two cups of tea in his hands. She was leaning against the headboard with a book in her hands. She smiled as she saw him walking towards her. He climbed next to her and she took one cup from his hand and pulled him closer so she could peck his lips.
"Thank you, honey."
"That a new book, you've got there?" he reached over to his night stand and put on his reading glasses. He saw her nod as he wrapped one arm loosely around her shoulders while holding a cup of tea in the other.
"Is it good or is it a romance novel?"
She sighed "both."
"The light we lost" he read the title in a high pitched voice. She rolled her eyes and put down her cup on her nightstand. She reached over and took his glasses from him putting them on herself.
"I'll read you something from it."
"You need glasses, young lady."
"What's mine is mine" she clicked her tongue looking at him.
He smirked thinking back on the time she used that phrase on the balcony after a drunken night with Torres.
"Trust me, I'm all ears, darling."
"What makes a life well spent?" you asked. "That's what I'm trying to figure out," I told you, my mind turning as I was talking. "I think it might have something to do with making a mark—in a positive way. Leaving the world a little bit better than it was when you found it."
She turned to look at him. He was looking down at her lovingly and slightly puzzled on why she chose that exact quote but he didn't say anything, he knew she wasn't done talking. For a moment, they were just staring at each other. Some of their most meaningful conversations were always nonverbal.
"That reminds me of us starting The group together" she suddenly spoke up.
"I don't know, I've been thinking about that time a lot recently. It's crazy…how far we've come together. Do you ever think about?" she looked at him again, seeing confirmation in his eyes.
"We've invested so much in that firm, Cal. Your blood, my tears …"
"Loker's sweat" he chimed in and she gave him a look.
He looked back at her "are you alright, darling?"
"Yeah, I'm fine" she smiled weekly.
"I just…it went by so quickly and…"
"It's not over yet, love" he chuckled softly and kissed her temple.
"I know, I think I'm feeling reminiscent because we've never been out of office for such a long time and it's a scenario I'm not used to, so my brain is misinterpreting…"
He grabbed her by the neck and pulled her into a passionate kiss.
"You're pshycobabbling again, Gillian" he said and pulled her back in for another, gentler kiss.
Once they broke off the kiss she laid her head on his shoulder.
"Your tea's getting cold, love" he said as he took a sip from his cup.
As she reached over to get it he pulled the book from hands.
"Let's see what else is in that book of yours" he was flipping through the pages and suddenly stopped. She saw what he landed on and rolled her eyes smirking.
"Naughty, naughty Dr. Foster" he teased. She slapped his arm and shrugged seductively.
"Of course, only you would find that exact scene" she breathed out.
"Would you like to re-enact that, love? You know, so it's easier for you to imagine when reading." She gave him an annoyed look.
"I'm only thinking about you, darling" he stated.
"So you're saying you're doing me a favour?" she smirked. "I'm sure you'd enjoy it just as much" she said coming closer to his face with every spoken word.
"Absobloodylutely" he declared as he pulled her on top of him and she screamed in surprise, laughing with him.